My cousins have an organic farm, and for years we’ve gotten most of our veggies there every summer. We look forward to their amazing eggs, their huge heirloom tomatoes and their wonderful variety of greens every summer. But despite the fact that some years they grow garlic, I had to get my garlic scapes elsewhere….

Once upon a time, I was a brooding teenage vegetarian who wrote way too much dark poetry. I wrote short stories too, but it was poetry that I would escape to when I needed to process whatever high school drama had me all twisty-turvy. And whilst being a brooding teenage vegetarian, my parents were sweet…

Once upon a time, I used to wonder why farmers markets didn’t open earlier in the year. Here in Connecticut, many don’t open until late June (though there are a few that open earlier), which seemed cruelly late. Why should we have to wait so long to have access to fresh, local fruits and vegetables?…

This morning, I found out that a friend of mine has cancer. No, wait, that’s Cancer, with a capital ‘C.’ I’ve been processing this all day and am still at a loss for words. I am praying for her health. But my friend’s story isn’t mine to tell. Learning that this wonderful, kind, sweet woman…

When I was younger, my mother had a friend named Shukla. She was a beautiful, funny, brilliant woman from India, who was a fabulous cook as well. We’d occasionally go to her house for amazing homecooked meals, and it was always such a treat. I remember watching her season dishes from little dishes of spices…